Memories of April

As I’ve mentioned before, spring evenings make me wistful. There is something about the smell and… I don’t know, hope? There is something so hopeful about spring evenings. This year has been incredibly cold so I haven’t yet found the true feeling, where you can stand in a street corner, talking way past what is reasonable, in your coat that was just enough in the sun earlier in the day but is now way to cold and you finally get home and you need hide under all your blankets to be able to sleep and it takes over a week before you are truly warm again. But it was worth every second of it because you have someone you can spend way too many hours talking to on a street corner when it’s really past your bed time.

Or maybe it’s just me…

The purple finally came and it’s perfect. The sock is a spring evening sock, showing every aspect of the spring evenings, the cold, the smell, the hope, the dusk, the humidity, the light from a street lamp and your new spring shoes. It’s all embedded in these socks. That’s not bad for a random sock, just like that. But that’s the thing about the spring evening, you don’t even notice it until you are in the middle of it and it hits you before you have a sliver of a chance to defend yourself. But I’m not so sure you want to.

As a side note, Håkan is from Göteborg where they say Valborg so we have to forgive him (especially since the song is wonderful), I would never call it that since, as we all know, the best April 30 is celebrated in Uppsala, where it’s called sista april, last of April. It’s a shibboleth, what you call April 30  will tell me if you’re originally from Uppsala or not.

Spectacular and a little scary

The weather is giving us whiplash injuries, it changes to often. It’s sunny, and snowy, and rainy and hailing, all in one day, multiple times a day. It’s dramatic and powerful and also a bit annoying. At the same time, weather impresses me. I like weather. I find it humbling that we can fly to the moon and do so many things but the weather can still kick our asses, without even breaking a sweat. We can do so much but rain still wets our heads and snow forces us to wear boots. A big thunder storm is a spectacular performance and just look at that sky. So amazing and impressive!

Yes, I made it home before the hail started again.

I feel a bit betrayed

So, I bought this yarn partly because Agnieszka liked it and because it was purple. It sure had a lot of other colors as well but the purple was what I saw. Gradient yarn is cool to work with and I cast on. I knew there were some colors before the purple but I figured I would get there quickly enough. Well, look at that sock! It’s almost completed and I haven’t even reached the purple yet. It’s coming soon so I’m guessing I will have one sock with a purple toe and another with a purple cuff and that will be it. The rest will be just gray and green and petrol. Perfect for Agnieszka but still, come on, I wanted purple! A huge part of the leg of the second socks better be purple or I’m going to be seriously bummed.

There had to be at least some knitting

I have a huge deadline tomorrow and have barely stuck my nose out the door this weekend. However, I have started a new pair of socks. It was all I could think of to make that didn’t require too much mental activity. The mitts I made was fun but went by a little too quickly so  here we go again, another pair of socks. I have a good feeling about this project.

I was so close!

I was right. Even though I omitted the thumbs I still ran out of yarn with only a few stitches left to bind off. Quite unlucky I must say. It’s not the end of the world though, I have other pink yarn I can splice, it will be fine, it’s just a pity that it came so close to the end. I almost had it, almost, but no. Oh well, a little splice, a wash and a block and som weaving in ends and I will have a pair of new wristwarmers. That I like!

I didn’t think this through

Since I startet these with some leftover yarn I now realize I have a problem. Will there enough for the second one? It looks like I’m playing yarn chicken and I’m pretty sure I will lose. What do I do then? I’m not sure I can get more and definitely not in the same dye lot. It will be an interesting few days coming up, that’s for sure. As if I really needed any more excitement in my life right now. Oh well, so what if I don’t have enough, I’ll be okay anyway. There are other knittings and more importantly, there are other sets of 2,5 mm dpn’s in case these will have to wait a little while, till I can get my hands on more yarn. And here I was, thinking I could clear out some yarn in the stash. Looks like I will be getting more instead. I’m really okay with that.

And it grew, and grew, and grew…

The wonders of blocking never ceases to amaze me. I’ve been putting off blocking in forever which means that even though I’m not knitting much there are still projects piling up, projects that are only a block away from finished. Since this item needs to be done by May 24, and there is still sewing and knitting cuffs and such, I figured I needed to get down to business. The unblocked piece of lace didn’t look very big and the recipent eyed it sceptically the other day but I assured her it would grow. (I added an A4-paper in the picture for reference.)

I was right. Tonight I blocked it and look, it really has grown. A lot! It was not hard at all to get it into the right measurements and hopefully by next weekend I can take care of the rest. Some finishing, the boring stuff. Hopefully it won’t take too long.

Sugar and spice and everything… French?

So far this year I’ve finished six pairs of socks. While finishing the last pair I felt that maybe I’ve had enough for a while now. You know, the cuff part and making heels and all, it felt like too much of a committment right now. Instead I settled for a pair of fingerless mitts. Despite it being snowy today, spring will come and I will need a pair of mitts eventually. Also, I knit mitts last Easter and it felt like a good tradition to honor. I had some left over sock yarn so I figure, why not. Also, this Easter is all about my French BA thesis and this pattern happens to be in French, which means I’m sort of studying while knitting if you look at it kindly. Which obviously I do. I also had a croissant. It’s important to get into the right mood.

I hope you all are having a great holiday!

The most boring part

The only part about knitting socks that I don’t like is making the cuff. It’s boring. All the rest just goes along but the cuff, it takes forever. I’m not super impressed by the heel flap either but that still goes by pretty quickly. Since I left off my sock-in-progress just after the cuff, it was great to pick it up again without having to knit that part. Maybe I could get someone else to knit the cuffs for me? I know someone who makes the cuffs, the heels and the toes for her mother’s socks, who is unfortunately not well enough to do them herself but she can do the leg and the foot. I also know that my great grandmother made the cuffs, heels and toe decreases for my great aunts when they were kids, they were great at knitting but too young to handle the more fiddly bits. Well, I’m a grown-up healthy woman so I can’t get away due to age nor health. And I am grateful that I’m healthy enough to do my own cuffs, I really am, but that doesn’t mean they are not boring. Oh well, I guess it’s something one has to do, just like weaving in ends and sew things. After all, it really doesn’t take that long considering the entire sock. It’s still two cuffs though…

Knitting Doctor

Today a friend called me as a Knitting Doctor at the Knitting ER. She, obviously, had a problem with her knitting and asked me for help. The Knitting Doctor’s verdict was relentless and absolute, without remedy: frog it! Change the needles, pick another yarn and start over. Then the Knitting Doctor pulled the plug, in this case the needles, and the yarn went back into its ball again. It just wasn’t right. It’s pretty yarn but I think it’s only pretending to be worsted to fit in with its buddy while really being bulky. That won’t do. They can obviously still be friends but one should never pretend to be something one just isn’t in order to impress or befriend someone and in this case a bulky yarn just wouldn’t do. I know the knitter feels betrayed and I’m sure the worsted weight yarn does too. The bulky yarn will probably become a hat instead and my friend got an excuse to buy more yarn and also got some tips on how to avoid this picot hem problem in the future. Luckily she wasn’t far into her knitting and she already knew she didn’t like it so I don’t think it was with that much sadness she saw the knitting unravel. I wish her the best of luck with her project and I’m happy to help should there be more problems coming along in the future.